Where man's realisation is blurred and dazed
When blue, black, gold and hazel eyes try to look to the sun and find only dark clouds
When the boat shakes violently and the sailors clutch their crucifixes to their hearts.....
I smile, amused by their clumsy ways.
I laugh, tickled by their uncouth prayers
I clap, enjoying the show they put on before me...
I enjoy this little game so much
Everyday, everyday, when the sailors come to my kingdome to seek my treasure
I call the winds to dance and the sea to swirl
Foolish little men, don't you realise...
That who I am? That you cannot defeat me?
Do you not know who I am?
"Dear child..." I hear Father's voice and look up.
"Do you play yet again?" He asks.
"Yes, Father.." I smile. "I am enjoying myself."
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